Life is never constant.
Shifting, phasing, changing, moving, wandering . . .
Ignorance is born from refusing the inevitable.
What was never leaves us, as it never should.
What is must consume us –
But, not to destroy or overshadow
Now is now.
It is all we have.
Dreams push forward to a place where hope lives.
Treasure the possibilities, but be mindful of your grip.
Hold on, but let go.
Let the moment be.
A series of wooden “chests” stand in a line across an entire room. Each chest has a strategically cut hole, so when the viewer looks through one end of the installation, the phases of the moon take shape.
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Words by: c.b.w. 2013
Photograph captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”
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